Monday, April 17, 2006

Shimizu: "(Angelina Jolie)is an unbelievable lesbian lover"

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Jennifer, O Jenny. (image via pravda)

Jenny Shimizu, Angelina Jolie's former lover, has been outspoken in the past. She hasn't spoken to Jolie in two years. Now, for some reason, as those Namibian lions prowl ("a wimoweh, a wimoweh"), ready to pounce on an unsuspecting papparazi, she lets loose (Thank you, Jesus!). From the prohibitively downmarket Newsoftheworld:

"In an exclusive and astonishingly explicit interview with the News of the World, Calvin Klein beauty Jenny Shimizu told us: 'Angelina is an unbelievable lesbian lover.'"

Oh, it's on; it's on like Gray Poupon!

"'I was her first ... She has a body which just makes you gasp and shudder with lust�so slender but with the most incredible, perfect curvy boobs.'"

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(image via thedook)

"'And her amazing skin is so soft to touch. But it's her mouth that made me beg for more�kissing me slowly and passionately with those full lips over every inch of my body. It's unbelievable what she can do with that mouth. Brad is one lucky boy!'"

Apparently Shimizelina met on the set of the forgettable "Foxfire," based on a novel by Joyce Carol Oats and described by a fan on IMDB as, "... a great ride." And that's not the half of it:

"When Tomb Raider star Angelina and Jenny first met on the set of 1996 movie Foxfire the spark was instant.

"Angelina was just 19 and wed to UK actor Jonny Lee Miller. But Jenny told us: 'One night as we sat talking on Angelina's hotel bed our eyes just locked and we kissed. A slow, lingering, magical kiss.

"'Next day we both knew we wanted it to go further�when I went back to her room we fell into each other's arms and slowly took off each other's clothes.

"'She was a little shy but I just kept pointing to each bit of my body and saying Breast! Thigh! encouraging her to kiss every part of me. She was so eager to please. It was such a turn-on looking down at her gorgeous naked body as I showed her how to make love to a woman.'"

Then came the strip clubs, the dominatrix joints, the aquafucking in the pool of a friend's house in the Hollywood Hills, to, inevitably -- cue: to sad, existential Edith Piaf song -- the "floating in and out of each other's life."

(A considerable pause) The Corsair doesn't know about you, but we're off to smoke a post-coital cigarette.

The full story here.

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